An Exciting Lie
By Treas
Midnight summer circus shows Work concessions . .I decompose Filter out tempting cries As I sit In envious lies Scavenging for things I'd never had Is the practice I've founded bad Yearning self-contained thoughts What's the point Of things not faught Scary ends and unstarting days In search of things That money pays Filling Earth with evil ways Is why we do The things we have Not me, not you Conjoined in equality We stand for nationality And put on shows Of unusual things Talents, Traits Wild out fates Meanings, and not Which we do a lot No one can now For it's one big show That never ends, never dies Everything we live Is. .an exciting lie.i dont know. .just something i thought about. .about the world today Written April 19th, 2002 © on Apr 18 2002 04:11 PM PST 18 • 0 • 9
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"Midnight summer circus shows..."